Fast impact
With little for sustain
Sustenance or compounded frame
How can we be so quick
To change
Change judgement
Words
Rearrange meanings and then
Come back to the same
What is it that can revolve
A door then disappear in moments
How can this happen overnight
Into the bright light
No one has it right
No one has it right
Sweet of me
Coffee on a Friday night
Slow motion
Next to the Atlantic Ocean
Our bed is a revolving door
Ask me tonight and I will be unsure
Of where I will sleep tomorrow
But tonight I drink you in sweet
In a cafe
Near the Abbott Kinney street
Many ships set sail at night
Setting sale in the winter
Protecting the sailors from
The evening’s blight
We have shared many meals
In this life
Made some jokes
And done alright
Friendship is a ship built together
Keeping us free from the blasts of the outer world weather
This ship has sailed for years
Our hearts have learned
Loved
Refined
Cheers glasses
And dined
From New York to Los Angeles
Bloomington to Fort Wayne
Our friendship is similar to back then
But not quite the same
Just as the weather can alter a boat
Over the years
So has our lives altered course over time
But it is true friendship that remains
At the core we are still the same
As when we boarded the ship of friendship
As reluctant strangers
We are now bound together
Friends all the same
I cry cowardly over my leather shoes
The moan of hateful speech
Beacons a new wrath
The exotic clover has grown
Dried up and shriveled
Bequeathed
For the next generation
A sensational generation
My hope and dream
So I do my part in planting hope and optimism
Even in this world of ever deep division
Our hopes and dreams
Bequeathed from our fathers and mothers
Have been squandered away
On cheap things
We are carried in the carriage
Ragged and old
We must find new wheels
New axels
Our carriage can’t carry
Us much longer
Not like this
We are going to break the carriage
Disparage
Can we please fix the carriage
Poems on current affairs
Or the state of the current affair
I am not sure how to decipher
Explain
The difference
I mean
Who cares
Underwater drones seized
I guess this is what it will be
The new normal
Is not normally
Going along
In a world changing
Faster than my hands can type
This type of change is uncertain
WE LACK HOPE
We lack direction
We lack the ability
To detect a fraud
Before its inception
What’s the use
It is just the new
Something we have to get used to
Friendly conversation
Unfriendly results
Pushing on with dismal assaults
It’s a bad look
With bad intention
Negative interations
The ultimate dissension
Lead the leaders
All I can hear is a president
Who is not presently
Our president
So much proclamations
But he has yet to take the helm
Of our great nation
I am not discouraged
For my love of country can stay strong
It is greater than one man’s toy
Tweet
Deliberation
But enough of the bombast already
We still have a month
Of normal life before we have to deal with
Public displays of hatred and deceit
Come on
Turn off the TV
Disconnect the phone
Lies and misogyny roam
So I will do my part to just disconnect
Recollect
And focus on something new
Some pray for a raise
Some pray for a new car
Some pray for more things
Some for the night
Some pray to just stay alive
Some pray for a new insight
Some pray for power
Some pray for spring flowers
Some pray for the weather
While some pray for water
Pray for me
Pray for you
Pay to pray
On the radios too
Raise your hands for love
Raise your hands for awareness
Raise your hands to raise fund
Just raise your hands for fun
On the radio the ads blare
Telling us “BEWARE”
But to continue to pray
Pray
Pray
The whimsical x-ray of our society
Has revealed a great deity
Venomous and toxic
Leaving the trace of a blown rocket
We used this messed up world
To project our problems into one being
Manifested into our new destiny
Smiling he rode in on white horses
The whole world overthrew me
But I will find steady ground
I will polish my smiling face
I will bandage my wounds and move on
This is the primary focus of the race
It’s not how we celebrate
But how when we see the face
From behind the facade
How we pick ourselves up from the dirty ground
Maybe it was our fault in the first
There is no faith to be put in humanity
We return certainly
To realize it was my own hope that let me down
Battered and on the ground
I pick myself up
And begin the hope anew
Just in something new
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